There is no time-travel plot in this story, there is no love that you have been looking forward to for a thousand years, there is no exciting battle, and there are no heroic words that inspire people to aspire. What is here is the reality of young people's dreams and the shadows of elders' memories...
Everyone has a yearning and admiration for the mysterious and mighty camouflage, but the form of existence may be in the past tense, ongoing tense, or future tense. The sacred profession of being a soldier only belongs to a small number of people, but it has given the vast majority of people a beautiful impression and unlimited aspirations. This inner throbbing may be caused by experience, or it may be an innate strength. She shuttles between confusion and persistence, pain and happiness, sadness and joy, insidiousness and simplicity, and has a dream related to camouflage.